Testimonies

In 1986 I became pregnant after being in a relationship with an older man, my first sexual relationship. I was working my first job as a physical therapist; he was the orthopedic surgeon in the ward. It was a month before the first anniversary of my 19-year-old brother's death.

I went to a crisis pregnancy center, which was really at the back of a school. A very cold, judgmental nun met me in her office. She failed to connect with me. I left, feeling totally abandoned and hopeless. When I returned to the apartment I was sharing with other physical therapists, colleagues, and friends, they insisted I have an abortion. They set it up for me. I just went alone.

I immediately suffered severe depression with suicidal intentions. It was a long, slow recovery for me from having a nervous breakdown, with a long history of depression issues. I attended Project Rachel here in the States in 1992. I am a devout Catholic now and a daily communicant. I regret every day the fateful decision to terminate the life of my child. I had multiple miscarriages during my marriage of seventeen years to Henry. I have no children.